Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Letta Mbulu,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Hoover,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.